'A transvestite's dream revealed in a make over. Stephanie’s visit to Dress Me Up Boudoir… My cross dressing transformation and feminization'

I must admit I adored the tightness of the Vollers Victorian lacing style corset, that Evelyn had forced me into, really giving me that curvaceous hour glass figure, it was absolutely divine, decorated with mountains of lace and ribbon, but it severely constricted me. It’s steel stays forced me to sit upright and take short, controlled breaths. And how could I doubt the strength in her slender frame, having witnessed how she had tugged and pulled on the laces to draw the corset together at an amazing twenty six inches.

The pull of the satin suspenders felt divine on my newly waxed skin. The five inch lace welt, at the top of my stockings was tickling the very top of my thighs making me feel even more of a naughty girl and heavenly the seams ran straight, perfect from the cuban heels to the tops of my thighs.

I tiptoed across the room to a velvet covered chair. I could see high heeled stilettos, and rows and rows of beautiful dresses, uniforms, bridal wear, fetish PVC and frilly petticoats, waiting just for me.

So much choice, how could I decide, on just one outfit?

But first the make-up. I sat gingerly, very aware of the corset laces and the feel of the breast forms against my skin giving me the ultimate cleavage and bounce. My mouth was dry and I was aware of the sensual sensation of the silk panties on my bottom, truly divine. I sipped on Evian water as my transformation was truly in progress now, and there was no turning back.

I discussed with Evelyn and the stylist, colours of foundations and skin tone. We both agreed and settled for pale beige cream that would really make my crystal blue eyes stand out.

‘Wait ‘said Evelyn ‘There is something extremely important I must share with you’

‘Every girl knows that your skin has to be smooth and perfect for the base colour to be applied’.

‘‘Therefore cleanse tone and moisturise is
one of the secrets to a great base to your make up’.

‘It certainly must be done before applying any make up darling’ she enthused, as she worked a cotton pad around my face.
Then, taking a new slightly damp make up sponge, Evelyn smoothed the foundation cream onto my face. I felt a tingling sensation go down my spine; this was everything I had ever wanted.

Evelyn added ‘Make sure you always use upward strokes so not to pull the skin in the wrong direction’.

A golden pen, Yves Saint Laurent concealer appeared in her hand, ‘just to cover any blemishes or darkness around the eyes.’ Was the instruction.


Next came the translucent powder with a huge powder brush, lightly applied across my face and I was already starting to see the difference.

Luscious black eyeliner followed, both above and below my eyes somehow making them look larger, giving them the kind kitten-like, very sexy, sultry look I just adore.

The deep bronze eye shadow, which really set off my blue eyes, was expertly blended and smoothed across my eyelids, ‘just like the make-up of make-up artists’ she joked.

The corset made me sit up straight and my posture was that of a prim and proper school teacher, but really there was a minx inside me just waiting to get out.

With a skilled hand she gently applied the black mascara, again Yves Saint Laurent, no less. ‘We are using the best products sweetie’ revealed Evelyn.

I closed my eyes, the sensations were just too much as the stylist
outlined my lips with a luscious red liner and in filled it with a lip liner brush, daubed in a deep cherry passion shade. Giving me a full feminine deliciously kissable mouth.

A deft touch of colour to the apple area of my cheeks and the make up was finished.

‘Dare I look’?

Do I want to look now, or should I wait for the transformation to be complete’. I decided to have a quick peek.

The reflection that looked back was amazingingly, that of a beautiful young woman and astoundingly as I turned slowly left and then right, she mimicked my ever movement, as my hand rose to brush my cheek, so did hers, was she really me, could it be.

Could I believe it?

But it was true.

I hardly recognised my self. I felt my eyes well up with tears, but had I had to be strong, how could I spoil that picture.

‘Could that really be me’? I timidly offered

‘No darling, that’s the woman you really are,’ was the soft reassuring reply.

I turned away from the mirror for a split second, to ask another
question and I unsurprisingly I cannot remember what it was, because I was caught by Evelyn spraying me from top to bottom with Dior perfume.

I tried to take it all in, to savour every single second, every emotion, I had to take slow breaths, to compose myself, sitting there in the boudoir, but the feminine surroundings, the smells, the colours and the textures, the creams, the gold and black, with lashings of pink this and pink that, the sensations overwhelmed me momentarily, I had to steady myself, I wasn’t sure just who I was. Lace and satin in bright bold colours surrounded me, frilly maid’s uniforms, with layered petticoats. Bridal gowns, covered in sequins and pearls, beads, and finest of silk embroidery. Glittering jewellery covered the dressing table; Ostrich feathers adorned the beautiful hats. Stylish Ball gowns and lots of fabulous designer dresses adorned the rails.

Then, there were the shoes, always my favourite, rows upon rows of sexy stiletto heels and boots in all manor of colours and styles.

I pinched myself as Evelyn offered to me a satin, black 1950’s style drop shoulder, bustier top, we had decieded on earlier. I wriggled my way into it, and taking a deep breath, smoothed it over my corset and breasts, as Evelyn eased the rear zip up to the top.

Still not finished I flushed with excitement and had to hold my self up against the dressing table, as the stylist brought forward a floor length black multi tiered taffeta, satin skirt. I stepped delicately into the opening and balanced myself against the dressing table as it was fastened neatly around my shapely waist. I just adore the feel of taffeta, the rustle, the swish it makes as you move, and the wonderful smooth texture against my skin. I just had to wiggle my hips from side to side, to feel and hear it move.

She sat me back down at the dressing table whilst fixing around my neck a large glamorous crystal choker. As she clipping on the matching earrings gently in to place, how I wished my ears were pierced.

Now the gloves, gently applied to cover the false nail extensions,
which had been expertly applied earlier by Evelyn, each finger,
highlighted with delicate brush stokes applying the cherry passion nail varnish colour to match my now luscious lips.

The gloves, full length, over the elbow, black satin opera gloves, stretched effortlessly over my fingers, pulled up the wrists and rolled gently to my forearms, and onto my upper arms. A wide crystal bracelet was added to my left wrist over the satin gloves, making me feel just like a fairy princess.

Now to the shoes, this had been the hardest choice to make, stilettos definitely, black to match the fabulous outfit, but should I wear sandals, open top, or a classic court shoe. I briefly considered the thigh length pvc black boots, but maybe with this outfit, a little too tarty. Eventually I settled on a pair of 5inch heeled court shoes with a splendid silver spiked heel, embellished at the front just above the toe with a crystal brooch like rose. I pivoted on the spot and placed one foot and then the other into the shoes, and just like Cinderella a perfect fit, just right.

Next my crowning glory, Evelyn bade me sit again, to prevent me falling, as I was now giddy with excitement. There was a mock fanfare from the stylist as she removed from its stand, to place upon my head, the fabulous wig that would be the final step in my transformation. A long, blond mane of never ending cascade of curls and ringlets, which she teased and fluffed to perfection Purrrrrfect…………..

I took a deep breath, and stood up, Evelyn told me to close my eyes. She then took my satin clad hand and lead me to a large ornate full length mirror on the dressing room wall. Where I was to meet the woman I had always wanted to be………